Chick Webb & His Orchestra
Wacky Dust
They call it wacky dustIt's from a hot cornetIt gives your feet a feeling so breezyAnd, oh, it's so easy to getThey call it wacky dustIt brings a dancing jagAnd once it starts, then only aSap'll refuse to Big Apple or ShagOh, I don't know just whyIt gets you so highPutting a buzz in you heartYou'll do a marathonYou'll wanna go onKickin' the ceilin' apartThey call it wacky dustIt's something you can't trustAnd in the end the rhythm will stopWhen it does, then you'll dropFrom happy wacky dust
From Letras Mania